I hear the scrape of the chair's legs and then fingers pushing past my dry lips, the panties being pulled free from my desert dry mouth and I want, no... I need a drink, and my Angel knows it, for her hands cover my ears, her fingers knotting into my hair and she forces my head towards the sweetest source of moisture I could ever imagine. I coat my tongue and lips with her, smear her juice around my mouth and I want more, and she has more than enough as she bucks her hips, pressing herself against. To tell you the truth I am a bit weary” he said. I laughed “oh you poor boy. Not used to hard work?” He frowned and then laughed too. “You are right again Mum”.I rustled up dinner and we eat in silence. Afterwards we sat in the lounge. “So do you have a girlfriend?” I asked “you never tell me what you get up to”. “Oh Mum I don’t like to talk about that stuff. But yes, I have a sort of girlfriend”. “Sort of girlfriend?” I asked “what is sort of?” He looked at me and smiled. I realised what that. They enticed him to move to New Mexico to a secret facility known only by the FBI as the Camelot Clinic a little over a decade ago. The only way they could bring him was give him complete autonomy to do as he wished at the clinic. As he looked at his desk he realized how silly it was and how completely out of place this type of desk is from the normal southwest décor that most offices would normally be adorned in. The problem that Miles had with his most prized and cherished possession was. I called Nancy first, we sat up an appointment to see the house around 1:00, she told me; “You will have to come by my office to pick up the key, I’m going to be busy the rest of the day.”“Ok, I may need to talk to you about your problems.” I said.Nancy didn’t say anything for a couple seconds, then she said; “Michael it’s no problem, Lara will be available after school on Tuesday for an hour. It will be one hundred dollars plus you’ll pay for the hotel room at the king’s highway hotel, ask for.